The sudden sound startled the landlady, and she felt a chill creep into her heart. She turned around nervously and saw a middle-aged man wearing a mask.
The man's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were like unfathomable dry wells. He coughed twice and sat down on the sofa a little weakly.
This person was Guimou. He felt that the silver mask was too conspicuous, so he used a mask and a hat to cover his face.
The landlady looked at his sick appearance and remembered that he was the patient that Dr. Wang sent to the hotel that day. There was also a skinny woman who came with them at that time. The middle-aged man and the thin woman came with them.
After the woman arrived at this hotel, she did not take a step out of the room for several days.
The landlady also had doubts about the origins of these two people, but at that time Doctor Wang, who looked kind and honest, said that they were her relatives. Doctor Wang also gave her a large sum of money, saying that the two people had always been weak and needed to rest.
, please don’t let others disturb them easily.
Now that Dr. Wang has become a wanted criminal, what are the details of these two people?
The proprietress took two steps back uneasily, and her legs accidentally hit the coffee table. The cup on the coffee table fell to the ground, and the spilled tea splashed onto the gray carpet.
Staring at the tea stain with ghost eyes, he said quietly: "Be careful."
Although he had not shown any hostility, his cold tone still made the boss's hair stand on end. Could this inconspicuous middle-aged man have any connection with ICV?
The landlady bent down and shiveringly picked up a fragment of a tea cup. "You, you, you... you sit down first, and I'll get you a glass of water." She said anxiously, and walked cautiously toward the door.
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"Where are you going to pour water? This is your own territory, why are you suddenly confused?" Guimou stood up slowly and walked towards the boss's wife step by step.
"You, don't come here!" The landlady's face turned pale with fright, and she hurriedly pushed open the door.
At this moment, several men in raincoats suddenly broke in from outside. They lowered their heads, and the rainwater flowed from their wet hair and dripped to the ground.
"Who are you?" The proprietress subconsciously stepped back, but she accidentally bumped into Guimu who was following her and soiled his shoes.
Guimu looked down at the dust on his shoes and said faintly, "You are really reckless."
"Go away! You all stay away from me!" the landlady shouted in fear, her shoulders shaking constantly. She waved the pieces of the tea cup in her hand, trying to scratch the ghost eyes who were close to her.
One of the men in a raincoat quickly grabbed her wrist and said sternly: "How dare you attack sir? Who gave you the courage?"
The boss's wife felt her wrists sore. Her hands trembled, and the sharp-edged pieces of the tea cup fell to the ground.
Guimu glanced at the fragment and said with a sneer: "Do you want my life with just such a small thing?"
The man in the raincoat viciously kicked the proprietress's calf, forcing her to kneel down in front of Guimu with a thump.
The proprietress looked at the ghost eyes tremblingly and said with a cry: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Guimu bent down and wiped the dust on his shoes with a paper towel. He said indifferently: "Sometimes it is better for people to be confused. Knowing too much is not good."
He put his hand into his large pocket and took out a gun. "You must be regretting it now, luring a wolf into the house for a small amount of money. It's really not cost-effective." He pressed the muzzle of the gun against the boss's wife's forehead and said
Jie Jie smiled strangely.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I can give you money!" The landlady was so frightened that she pointed at the counter not far away and said in panic: "There is a lot of money in the second drawer on the right.
Can you just take them all away? Please don’t take my life.”
She was so frightened that she burst into tears. She took out the drawer key from her pocket and wanted to hand it to the ghost in front of her.
Guimu laughed loudly. He took the bunch of keys and said, "Do you think I will take your little money seriously? But it's okay, I will use the money you saved to help you buy something nice.
A little bit of an urn.”
"No, no... I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Help, help! They're going to kill someone!" The landlady's face was full of despair. She shouted at the top of her lungs, but the hotel was quiet and no one seemed to listen.
to her cry for help.
Guimu said coldly: "Stop screaming, it's useless. When you were sleeping soundly at night, my people had already hidden in this hotel. Now the other residents here are just as pitiful as you."
He had a gun pressed against his head."
"Don't kill me, please..." The landlady's eyes were red and her face was covered in cold sweat.
"What are you doing? Are you going to kill someone?" A nervous voice suddenly rang.
Looking around, he saw Luo Shan standing at the top of the stairs. Her thin shoulders kept shaking, and her face was full of panic.
Guimu's stern gaze disappeared. He hurried to Luo Shan's side and asked in a gentle tone: "Shanshan, didn't I tell you to have a good rest? Why did you come out suddenly?"
He glared at the man behind Luo Shan. The man looked very similar to him more than twenty years ago. He was one of his clones. There was a note on the man's arm with the number "29" written on it.
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The clone glanced at Ghost Eyes in fear and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, sir, madam, she insisted on coming out, and she even held the pieces of the glass and said she wanted to slit her wrists. I couldn't help her, so I had to let her out.
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Guimu gently stroked Luo Shan's hair and said softly: "I've told you many times that it's not safe outside. You have to be obedient so that I can protect you, okay?"
Luo Shan's eyes suddenly widened. She looked at the gun in Ghost Eye's hand and was so frightened that she shivered like chaff. She backed away in panic and almost fell down the stairs.
Guimu grabbed her arm and broke into a cold sweat.
"Gun, gun... Do you want to kill someone? Do you want to kill me?" Luo Shan stared at the black muzzle of the gun, squatted to the side tremblingly, and covered her head with her hands in panic.
"How could I hurt you? I just want to punish those who don't listen to us. Can I hide this thing? Don't be afraid." Guimu quickly put the pistol back into his pocket and held it gently.